Hello! Guess what? I didn't update this last minute! Yay! I figured I would put this chapter as a priority, although most of my family thinks I'm a crazed nut for writing this. But screw them. :)

Thank you for all your love for the last chapter! And I hope everyone had a good 4th of July. (for those of you who are american)

I finally figured out where I'm going with this story so I will be writing like crazy. But please don't hate me if my updates become a bit sparatic.

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Mike's head pounded, as his shrill alarm sounded. He slammed the snooze button hard enough to break it. With the same hand, he rubbed his forehead and grimaced. Mike had not drank that much last night, but it was enough for him to have one whopper of a headache.

It took him a while, before he realized that there was a warm spot on his chest. Looking down, he saw that Jenny was fast asleep on his chest, one of her arms was draped lazily over his stomach. A small puddle of drool formed on his t shirt. Much to his relief, he noticed that they were both still fully clothed in their outfits from the night before.

Jenny stirred lightly, but did not open her eyes. Instead, she clung tighter to Mike as if he was a life raft. Mike started to remember how they had got this way.

After passing out at the kitchen sink, Mike had carried her to her room, only to find Charlie passed out on her bed. Not really sure if he dared to move her, he decided to bring her to his room, and give her his bed. But when he turned to leave to sleep on the couch, Jenny sleepily grabbed onto his arm. "I don't wanna be alone," She whined, half asleep.

Since he was feeling rather tired, and her grip on his arm was rock solid, he gave in, and slid into the bed next to her.

Mike glanced at the clock, seeing that it was 6:05 am. He had to go on his morning run. But there was a sleeping girl on his chest. How was he supposed to explain this to her? No doubt that she would take it as an invitation or something that could happen regularly.

Being as careful as possible, he was able to slip his arms under her, and carefully carried her bridal style. Jenny stirred a bit, but did not wake, and nestled into Mike's chest. Mike walked down the hall as quietly as possible, in order to avoid anyone seeing him carrying her, especially Briggs. He reached her room, and saw that Charlie had somehow moved, leaving the bed completely empty for Jenny. As if he was laying a baby down in her crib, Mike set Jenny down on her bed, and pulled the covers over her, making sure she was nice and comfy. If he was lucky, she wouldn't remember anything that happened last night, and thought that she spent the night in her own room, rather than Mike's.

Jenny did not seem to mind, as she snorted and snuggled into her pillows. Mike tiptoed out of her room, and went to go prepare himself for his run.

When he returned, his gray t shirt soaked with sweat, he found everyone in the kitchen, going about their business, everyone except Jenny. Jakes was in the middle of making pancakes, while Johnny was sluggishly slicing up fruit. Charlie and Paige were sitting at the table sipping orange juice and protein shakes. Briggs sat on the island chatting with Johnny and Jakes.

"Morning!" Mike greeted cheerfully. Everyone nodded and answered back. "Got much of a hangover, Johnny?" He teased.

Johhny gave him a bitchy look. "Man, if I wasn't in the middle of slicing these pomegranates, I would so give you the finger."

"Now, play nice, you two," Charlie scolded.

"And I see that perfect Mike has no hangover, as usual." Johnny commented somewhat bitterly.

"That's because I didn't drink all of those beers." Mike said, pouring himself a glass of orange juice that Charlie drank from.

"No one ever drinks as much as Johnny does," Briggs added, slapping Johnny on the shoulder.

"Damn right." He nodded his head. "I'm a drinking machine."

"Not so sure that's a good thing, Johnny." Paige said.

"It's not." A voice mumbled in the hallway. They all turned to see Jenny leaning up against the wall. She looked awful. Her dirty blonde hair was all awry. Dark circles formed under her cool blue eyes, which were squinting in the light. She had her hand rubbing her forehead, as she stumbled her way into the kitchen.

"Morning, sunshine," Briggs cheered. Jenny flicked him off as she made her way to the coffee maker.

"Leave her alone, Paul," Charlie said, as she rose to Jenny's side. "How you feeling, kiddo?"

"Like hell." She grunted. "I just spent the last ten minutes by the toilet."

"Well, you were pretty hammered last night." Jakes told her, as he offered her a plate of pancakes. She shook her head, but smiled to let him know that she appreciated it.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" Mike asked, genuinely curious.

Jenny made a face of concentration. "Not really. I remember talking to Paulie, but everything else is kind of a blur after that."

"How did you get home?" Paige asked.

"That would be my doing." Mike raised his hand. "I had to literally throw her over my shoulder in order to leave the bar. She was too busy dancing and singing."

"Oh, god," Jenny moaned. "Was it 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'?"

"Yeah, how..."

"That's her trigger song." Briggs explained. "It's her favorite song when she's drunk."

Mike nodded. He guessed that made sense with the way she danced crazily. "I'm sorry, Mike," Jenny apologized.

He waved it off, as he started to make his way back to his room to change out of his sweaty clothes. "I'm just glad you made it home alright." Mike smiled.

"I owe you one, Mikey," She called after him.

"Yeah, you do," He called back without even glancing back.

Charlie helped Jenny fix herself some black coffee, before heading out to a meeting with her boss, accompanied by Paige. Jakes had to meet up with some of Customs buddies to plan for their next move in their bird investigation. This left the FBI people behind and work on whatever they were working on. Jenny spent most of the day sobering up, and watching whatever was on TV.

As she lie there, bored to tears, as there was nothing good on, Briggs and Mike walked into the kitchen in the middle of a conversation.

"This guy is crazy good, man," Briggs explained, while Jenny slid lower on the couch to hide herself.

"He's been charged with embezzling, fraud, smuggling illegal substances across the border, you name it. And now he's here in our neighborhood."

"So he escaped from prison?" Mike asked.

Briggs chuckled. "No, no, the man never went to prison. This guy escaped immediately after his trial a year ago. Been on the run ever since. But he is a master of disguise, so he's been able to blend in with the crowd for a while. Until one of our trusty spotters saw him at the beach this morning."

"Then, how are we going to find this guy?" Mike questioned. "If he is as good as you say he is, he'll be able to find a new identity within an hour."

"Sounds like you boys need some help." Jenny finally said, as she sat up straight.

Both men nearly jumped as they saw her sitting their, not realizing that she had been there the whole time. Briggs was surprised that he jumped, for she always did this to him.

"No, Jenny," He said shaking his head. "This isn't like last night's bust. This is dangerous. One little mistake and things are get messy real quick."

"Then, you shouldn't go in there without an expert on the homefront." She countered.

"Jenny, no offense, but how are you going to be able to help us?" Mike asked.

She glanced at Mike for a millisecond, as if searching for something. Then she took a deep breath and stood up. "Well, like you said, Paulie, this guy's the master of disguise. Able to change his appearance and identity on a moment's notice. But with my vast knowledge of computer skills, I've picked up on a couple tricks." She walked over to the island in the kitchen and rested her elbows on it, in full business mode. "Do you remember in elementary school when they everyone is unique, and no two people are exactly alike, like snowflakes?" They both nodded. "Well, it turns out they were right. Every single person is born with a certain trait that makes stand out from the crowd, no matter how they may try to hide it. Some have more prominent cheekbones, while others have a distinct hook on their nose. And me, being my awesome self, I can spot this guy in a crowd in a matter of minutes, just by downloading this line up pictures."

"I don't know about this..." Mike thought aloud.

Jenny shot him a fierce glance. "Would you rather play Where's Waldo in a sea of red with white stripes? Or do you want someone who can pick out the guy wearing white with red stripes?"

Both men looked at each other and exchanged glances. It was dangerous, no denying that, but they both knew that Jenny would be a valuable asset to the capture of this guy.

Briggs sighed and placed his hands on his hips. "Alright. Let's go find Waldo."

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